Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

In a good mood, Jiji and Thrush, who turned their backs to Shangshu's dormitory, were watching the lotus at the beginning of the moon, when they were suddenly startled by the door of the room that was thrown open behind them.

"grown ups!"

The two first bowed their heads and gave a blessing, then looked up, only to see their adult standing inside the door with a gloomy face, not at all like the appearance after the spring breeze.But his eyes immediately flowed to the layers of open skirts like flower petals, and the beautiful collarbone dripping with unknown crystal liquid, and he immediately felt relieved.

"What are you looking at?" Qu Quan's face darkened once again.

Huamei and Jiji quickly denied, "It's nothing, nothing big."

Qu Quan didn't bother to care about their little girls' thoughts, so he directly ordered them, "Go and prepare some hot water."

"Yes." Huamei and Jiji finished their answer and were about to leave but were stopped again.

"return."

"What else does your lord want?"

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Ling Xueji felt a little uneasy staying alone in the room, she didn't know what happened to her today, every time Qu Quan said a word, every time she stayed by her side, she would feel a disobedient cat's paw scratching her heart Come and scratch.Every move affects the frequency of her heartbeat, as if the invisible miasma that spits out blurs her eyes and her heart.

Wherever he looked, there was purple that belonged to that person.Purple jade hooks, purple bead curtains, purple window screens... The deep and light purples complement each other and linger on each other, forming a dream filled with purple smoke, occupying all the fantasy dreams in her mind.

Even though she had been divorced for several months, she was sitting on the bed like a newlywed, quietly waiting for her husband's arrival.The slight breeze coming from the side of the window lattice can always cause ripples in the heart lake.

The sound of footsteps came slowly, followed by the sound of bead curtains colliding, very clear and eloquent, like the collision of jade bells in her boudoir when she was in Wu Jun.The fingers gathered on the skirt were tightly packed one by one, kneading the azalea embroidered with brocade silk into a ball.

"Xue Ji?"

"Ah?" Ling Xueji looked up suddenly, and saw Qu Quan standing there in messy clothes. She always liked purple clothes, and the inner and outer robes were turned out layer by layer. They were also deep and shallow purple. It is a group of blooming purple lotus.In the center of the stamen is a piece of snow-moist skin, and the delicate and slender collarbone lies under the slender neck. It rises and falls with the breath, echoing the layered purple, which is moist and moving.

"What are you thinking? Quickly bring the wontons, I brought hot water."

Only then did Ling Xueji realize that Qu Quan had a kettle and a large porcelain bowl in his hands.It seemed that he really wanted hot wontons, and he was annoyed at what he had just thought about. Fortunately, Qu Quan didn't know how to read minds, otherwise he would be ashamed to death.

Seeing Ling Xueji pounding her head and stomping her feet, Qu Quan really didn't know what she was doing, so he simply put the things on the table and fetched wonton hot.While filling the porcelain bowl with a kettle, she raised her head to look at Ling Xueji. After looking at it for a while, a smile appeared in her brows and eyes.

"What were you thinking just now?"

Ling Xueji jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I, I didn't think about anything! You read it wrong!"

"Oh~" Qu Quan nodded knowingly, poured hot water, put the chaotic bowl together into a large porcelain bowl to heat.Then he walked in front of Ling Xueji with his hands behind his back, followed her gaze, pretended to be surprised and said: "It seems that the hooks for my bed curtains are really beautiful, and they are so favored by Miss Taishou."

"What the hell!" Ling Xueji quickly looked away, and puffed her cheeks to deny it, "I'm not looking at the hook! I don't care if I have as many broken hooks as I have when I'm at home!"

Qu Quan raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you looking at the hook?"

Ling Xueji raised her head, "Of course not!"

Qu Quan tilted his head, "Then what are you thinking?"

"I..." Ling Xueji knew that she had found her way, so she could only make up a reason, "I, I was thinking that you don't change your clothes, isn't it uncomfortable to wear?"

She didn't mention Qu Quan, but she really forgot, it's the mid-spring season, and the candles in the house are as bright as day, and incense is everywhere, so she doesn't feel cold with her lapels open, and she gets used to it after a long time.Hearing this, Qu Quan looked down at his disheveled skirt, turned around to change, but after seeing the suspicious light red on Ling Xueji's face, he turned back and sat down next to Ling Xueji.

Ling Xueji quickly distanced herself from her as far as possible, "What are you doing!"

Qu Quan didn't seem to see her panic, and said calmly: "Since you are worried that I will feel uncomfortable wearing it, then you can help me untie it."

Chapter 67 Night Talk in Boudoir

Ling Xueji had never seen such a brazen person, and in a moment of urgency, he opened his mouth and had to make a separate sound, "Ah you, you..."

Qu Quan looked at her calmly, and said with a smile, "Don't forget, you poured this wonton soup on me. I haven't said anything about you yet, but you turned around and wanted to accuse me?"

Ling Xueji opened her eyes wide, "I didn't..."

"Okay, you are not wrong." Qu Quan supported the bed pillar.

"Yeah." Ling Xueji nodded desperately.

Qu Quan covered his heart, "It's the world that's wrong!"

Ling Xueji: "..."

Qu Quan was heartbroken, "People's hearts are not old, and the world is cold. I think what sin I, Qu Quan, did in my previous life. I was born in such a bleak world and suffered a lot..."